I heard joy on a day of wonder.

[I cannot say it all with words.]

Evergreen. Calling birds.

Musical, like five gold rings.

A gift of presence, what it brings:

hearts a leaping, ladies dancing?

Betting sure and risking, chancing

gentle rain with distant thunder,

sounds from silence, full of wonder.

Drummer drumming, some geese laying:)

Too much for the way we’re saying

season’s sabbath, all of ever.

It is always. Never never.


Shabbat Shalom, to you . . .


“Tied up in a bow” © 2018 Tinothy Waugh

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